Chapter 570 The First Time She Saw His Face Clearly

    Leaving meant at least there was a chance.

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    Jean clenched her jaw, finally making up her mind, she pushed the window open as far as it would go and shakily climbed up onto the sill.

    Outside, the night was heavy and dim.

    She could just barely make out the outline of arge estate.

    It wasn’t the same one where she’d been locked in the basement before.

    Cold wind swept past the window; trees swayed in the dark, casting eerie shadows in the moonlight.

    Jean gathered every ounce of strength in her body and jumped.

    The moment her feet hit the ground, a jarring wave of pain and shock surged through her.

    Luckily, the ground below was a bed of soft grass, which cushioned the fall somewhat.

    But the pain refused to fade; it felt like her insides had beenpletely rattled.

    She sat on the ground for a while, catching her breath.

    Only after a long pause did she shakily push herself up and start walking forward, each stepced with pain.

    The estate looked abandoned, sprawling, empty, silent.

    Only the building in the center gave off any light at all, like a lighthouse on a dark sea.

    Holding her breath, Jean pushed forward, step by agonizing step, toward that single source of light.

    Eventually, she stumbled her way to the front of the building.

    Bright light streamed out, but there was something chilling beneath it–something quiet and deeply unnerving.

    Jean felt a knot of dread tighten in her chest.

    She exhaled sharply, then forced herself to run toward the front doors.

    It was an old vi,vishly decorated yet steeped in gloom. In the very center of the grand hall,

    A man in a suit sat leisurely in an armchair.

    He seemedpletely unsurprised by Jean’s arrival. His eyes curved slightly as he looked over at her.

    His face was pale–so pale it looked almost lifeless.

    He was handsome and refined, with a high nose bridge and thin metal–framed sses. Beneath the lenses, his eyes were the color of the deepest, darkest night.

    The way he stared at her made a chill creep down Jean’s spine.

    “You’re…”

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    Chapter 570 The First Time She Saw His Fane Clently

    It was the first time she’d ever seen his face clearly.

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    The same man who’d haunted her like a shadow–clinging to the Ginger family like some cursed specter.

    “You came, just as I expected,” he said with a faintugh, like it had all been preordained. “Sooner than I

    1 thought.”

    Of course. Jean’s face darkened slightly.

    He’d left that window unlocked on purpose–led her here deliberately.

    “Who the hell are you?”

    Her voice was cold and steady.

    But instead of answering, the man asked in return, “Aren’t you curious… about your mother, and your brother? How they’re doing?”

    Jean’s heart seized up, her breath catching in her throat.

    The one thing she’d feared most hade true.

    Her mother and brother had already found this ce–before she even woke up. And chances were…

    They’d alreadye face to face with this man.

    Jean shut her eyes for a moment, then nced around the hall, searching for any sign of them.

    But the space was empty–besides a few ck–d figures with obscured faces, the only one present was the man before her.

    “Where are they?”

    Jean clenched her fists, her voice trembling with fury as she all but growled the question.

    The man smiled faintly; the ss of his lenses glinted with a dreamy sheen. “They care about you very

    much…”

    “Don’t give me that crap,” Jean cut him off, her tone sharp with irritation. “Just tell me where they are.”

    His lips pressed into a thin line; the smile at the corners of his mouth slowly faded.